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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 18:12:15 GMT -5
Brandon sat under his new favorite oak tree and settled back, finally relaxed after a flurry of unpacking before school started. His iPhone vibrated in his pocket. He looked down, a new text message from Annabel. He smiled. "Ohayou, bebe! Chikyuu hakonnichiha iu! Watashi ga suisoku surugasoreha Kaleb de yoru wo tsukatta nochi gogo, watashi choudo oki tadearu." He chuckled at Annabel's undeniable energy. He started to type an answer back, his figers moving awkwardly as he translated quickly in his head. "Watashi ha fukanzen soregaikanianata jishin no uitto de nari, koroga tteiruka, annybee choudo shitte irukotowokotowo tashika meru," he replied, chuckling at her brightness and total lack of tact.
He looked up and the prettiest face he had ever seen glanced at him. He smiled at her, hoping his own looks would be enough to convince her to come over. He wanted to talk to this pretty face, see if she was anything more than that.
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 18:32:56 GMT -5
Noelle Lang
16&Single Everything happens for a reason The warm summer winds whipped across my bare legs teasing me to enjoy its workings before the bitterness of fall took over a deep sigh escaped my full plump lips soon falling into a thin line of boredom. The sounding of girls giggling and boys 'oohing' when ever a flash of fresh meat walked by made me roll my eyes especially when the girls blew the boys back kisses, eh skanks. This place was worse then Eastern Academy, my true home which i would so badly take back if it wasn't for that dumb fuck Ariana for screwing everything up. The vibration in my fingers made my jump, relieved when i saw it was Reeds but an instant flash of jealousy struck over me, which was uncommonly rare for me. Reed was still at Eastern and now leader of the Billings Girls. After texting her back I slammed my side kick close and shoved it in my purse. Standing i fixed my white skirt and plaided blazer jacket, a gift from Marc Jacob himself. Mumbling I walked forward through the dewy grass, my shoulders held back in complete confidence, i could feel the girls whispering, there eyes burning in the back of my head, but thats what i thrived for. From the corner of my eye something stopped me, a boy, who's brown eyes mirrors and melted inside my blue ones. His warm smile made my stance stagger a bit but i quickly corrected myself. I looked at my Phone and then back to him, i suppose i had a few minutes to socialize. Quickly with my model like grass I sat down beside him. I caught the eye of the group of senior boys watching me and a look of envy struck there faces when I smiled to them but then looked back at the boy. [Names Noelle, Noelle Lang.] I gave him my picture perfect Orbit smile and outstretched my smooth hand to grasp his. I couldn't believe what i was doing but what the hell, he looked like he needed some faming entertainment in his life, and i was just the girl for it.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 18:38:08 GMT -5
He smiled warmly at her, shaking her soft hand with his own. She was a girl who had nearly everything and she wore perfection well. He spoke, his voice Scottish as hell but he'd given up on trying to school it to be English. Brandon Sadler. Nice t'meet you, Noelle Lang. He swept his fingers lightly across her cheek, the same crooked smile on his face. A pretty name for a pretty face, you got there.
She had the most extraordinary eyes. Blue in a face that looked like it should wear a halo.
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 18:50:09 GMT -5
The wind tossed at my dark brown hair letting its curls whip around my chiseled features. His Irish accent was thick, a true scotty huh? His warm hands brushed across my cold cheeks and I quickly dismissed it with a swipe, oh yes she held a bit of spit and vinegar to her, Ye be warned love. I leaned in close to his neck my cool breath slowly breathing on his skin. [If you think your can charm me with your baby doll face and adorable accent and expect me to melt in your arms right away, love your so wrong.] My words a whisper as I spoke them closely to his ear. I gave an innocent smile, one i could wear rather well as i leaned back sitting on my knees and facing him. I ignored the silent humm rattling inside my Prada bag and concentrated on his confused but yet curious face. If he was new here, and new to these ways of tradition and life when it came to girls, hell, he was info a surprise.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 19:01:48 GMT -5
He smiled at her words, her breath against his skin. He turned to her as she turned away. Nah, sweetheart. You can't I'd flatter you while stereotyping you? He admitted, he was a player, brown eyes amused and flickering at the challenge this great beauty presented.
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 19:11:41 GMT -5
I shrilling laugh erupted from my throat before i placed my hands over my poised lips to cover then and silence me. [Ha you let judgment talk for you, i could see why most girls would fall for your antic's but not me, i think we are to much alike and are playing the same game here.] I let a smile unravel again, the sound of laughter and everything else started to die down as the sun faded casting shadows to play across are features. I raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow a look of, correct me if I'm wrong here.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 19:36:53 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow at her, amused. In an instant, he had grabbed her and she was on his lap, her lips inches from his. He let her go easily, knowing he'd knocked her breathless, if only for an instant. Ah, love, maybe the same game. But us? Similarities?
Maybe I let judgement lead me, and my antics certainly get me plenty of girls. Is that so wrong love, in a world where looks can get you everything?
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 19:42:28 GMT -5
I felt the air rush from my lungs as he pulled me on to his lap, keeping my legs shut as best i could although my new lace that i wore today were totally cute. My blue eyes turned cold as I stared into his brown ones, are both holding a sort of challenge.
[Your being Modest but i suppose you are right, i for one knowing. But tell me this in the end do you ever get anything in return i mean something that is truly worth it?]
I rearranged myself again on the grass and pulled quickly at a dandelion, twirling it in my fingers before popping its head off at the very end of my sentence.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 19:49:52 GMT -5
I thought about all the girls who'd lay down for me over the years and smiled Mmm...there were some nights I'd repeat. But no relationships. When you're loved for looks, love, is anything that's thrown at you really worth it?
Modesty? Then we are certainly not similar.
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 19:55:39 GMT -5
I blew out a huff of air, [We are similar, we have what we need to get what we want and we use it, i suppose now i am judging but i have a hunch.] I wasn't sure what he was asking me, if we got anything out of love or if i got anything out of anything. The answer would be yes and no. [So what happens when to perfects meet each other?] I was whispering again, the warm muggy breeze brushing past us and up to the leaves giving them a little shake.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 19:59:52 GMT -5
I shrugged. Nothing wrong with judging, love. It's all part of being one of the 'perfects'.
When two perfects meet each other? Either they'll fall in love or hate each other. Or they'll have some random perfect shag {sex} somewhere.
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 20:04:46 GMT -5
I let out another laugh, and brushed a wet leaf that had landed on my leg, ew. [My bet is on a disaster, i don't think to perfects could be loyal enough, but again thats just an opinion.] Pale fingers reached over and pulled off a leaf that had decided to fall on his shoulder as well. God i did not want fall to come, that meant snow and that meant cold and wet and no good for my clothes.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 20:11:26 GMT -5
He chuckled, looking at her hand as she moved the leaf. I moved my lips closer and then back and smiled, teasing her. I looked over at the darkening sky. My voice was still full of Scottish brogue, it seemed to get worse now and then. Why not give perfection a chance, love? It doesn't seem you avoid it, I said, eyeing her matching clothes and overall detailed makeup and hair. Another leaf landed on her leg. I took it and ran my hand down her leg to her ankle, smiling a little when she tensed up.
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 20:17:30 GMT -5
I raised a hidden eyebrow and shook my head. [Are you taking in general or are you saying something else? I have my reason on why i should avoid it, Ive been there.] It was a point that i wasn't ready to fall back in love for nothing, all outcomes were the same, a tragedy. I swallowed hard when i felt the leaf drag along my ankle, i took me back to the memory's i was suppose to forget, memory's that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I immediately felt anger toward him as i casted a glare, my face even more beautiful when it is distressed, or so Ive been told.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 20:23:14 GMT -5
Her face had this way of being perfection like a diamond...it had all these little facets that I wanted to see. Sorry love, I'm always saying something else. But I have to say, you haven't been with me. He looked at her for a second.
I'm not the type for pain and tears. If I was going to leave you, you wouldn't be left bleeding.
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 20:28:14 GMT -5
I looked away from him and ducked my head, letting my dark hair conceal me for the briefest second before coming back up. [Would you believe me if i said its a waste of time?] No of course he wouldn't, because I'm intriguing, unique, powerful? Tell me what compels you, to take up this challenge that i am. He doesn't know who i am, what i am, what i can do and what i am capable of, and he never will.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 20:30:21 GMT -5
I looked at her striahgt on, letting my eyes smolder. Oh, I believe you love. But I still want to try anyways.
I could be hurt and I could be broken. But I wore it better than most. I took life as it came and I was always fine, in the end. I could deal with whatever she did.
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 20:38:06 GMT -5
I looked at him and let out a light laughed, barely audible to hear. I let my fingers run through my thick black hair before turning to him again. [OK, but its your funeral] I swallowed hard, really and that was the funny thing i wasn't joking, but i wouldn't let him know. I licked at my lips, tasting cherry lip gloss, yummy. [So Brandon are you going to take the challenge?] I pulled another Dandelion out of the ground and twirled it by him before pulling it back to me and slowly breaking off the yellow petals a lurring smile left on my face.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 22, 2008 20:40:51 GMT -5
I smiled, the smile I knew was heartbreaking. Always up for a challenge, love, I said, taking a dandelion of my own and waving it into her long shiny hair.
I've got a friend with hair that's as long as yours, though not nearly as pretty. She taught me how to do this.
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Post by Bella on Mar 22, 2008 20:48:53 GMT -5
I felt my face grown hot and in shock i reached up and touched it, wow I'm blushing, thats a first. I couldn't believe i was actually going through this again, but in a way it felt good. [Really, an old girlfriend?] I reached for his hand and twirled it around his palm, knowing that it tickled him when his muscles flinched a bit. I smiled and pressed hard pulling down leaving a yellow streak. [Oopsey] I gave an innocent smile and popped the head off of it before laughing.
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